the muse is dead
who thought happiness could be found at the end of a cigarette, in a bad breakdown, halfway across a country, or in an unplanned adventure in the rain. who thought laying on the ground in the freezing water that was still falling, Id look up and find beauty looking back at me from an unnamed star in the sky. happiness was found in a strangers eyes, just beyond the edge of the shore, and in the awkward silence that came after a bad pickup line.
I guess a bad day can turn around, and I can live through a week. I don’t get what I want, and you do, at least you'll be happy for that fleeting moment. I cant blame you, its not your fault, but savor it.
I don’t know how to talk to anyone anymore, mostly because I just don’t care or because there’s nothing to talk about, but sometimes, its because I don’t know them anymore.
should you rekindle something that was based almost entirely on time together..that is now completely different, or is it a waste of time?
I guess I had it back for a little while. what more could I expect.